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driftfleet2015-08-20 10:10 pm
pirasea) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-20 10:10 pm
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Who: Isabela and lovers of smutty filth
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now.
[Isabela is holding an extremely classy looking novel with a woman tenderly kissing a shirtless, kilted man on the cover.]
My dear friend Fenris has been kind enough to lend this to me, so since it's been a while since anyone read extracts from one of his books here I thought I'd share part of it with all of you.
[Just let her flick to a part that's actually somewhat interesting...]
She felt Donal's thighs flexing against her own as he guided the horse on a path through the woods, and the scent of the man, even though she was currently a woman and not a wulver, made her salivate. Her whole body seemed to want to melt against his on the saddle, as if the motion of the horse could drive them together and make them one.
He didn't have to tell her to hang on- but she did. She hung onto him as if he were her second skin, as if she could crawl inside him. She clung to him, trembling, not understanding her own feelings at this closeness, at the way they moved together on the saddle.
Kirsten thought she felt him chuckle at the way her fingers locked feverishly around his waist, at the way she clutched him between her legs, and wondered if he knew she was bare and exposed beneath her plaid.
Because Donal MacFalon seemed determined to give her the ride of her life...
[She flicks it shut, though keeps her page marked with a finger]
I haven't even got to the good parts yet, but honestly if that's just riding the horse I can't wait until it gets to the part where she rides him.
I'm not sure if the fact I can't stop picturing Donal as Sebastian makes this book better or worse.
[Spoiler, it almost makes her wish he was here just so she can tell him the hero of a smutty book reminds her of him.]
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now.
[Isabela is holding an extremely classy looking novel with a woman tenderly kissing a shirtless, kilted man on the cover.]
My dear friend Fenris has been kind enough to lend this to me, so since it's been a while since anyone read extracts from one of his books here I thought I'd share part of it with all of you.
[Just let her flick to a part that's actually somewhat interesting...]
She felt Donal's thighs flexing against her own as he guided the horse on a path through the woods, and the scent of the man, even though she was currently a woman and not a wulver, made her salivate. Her whole body seemed to want to melt against his on the saddle, as if the motion of the horse could drive them together and make them one.
He didn't have to tell her to hang on- but she did. She hung onto him as if he were her second skin, as if she could crawl inside him. She clung to him, trembling, not understanding her own feelings at this closeness, at the way they moved together on the saddle.
Kirsten thought she felt him chuckle at the way her fingers locked feverishly around his waist, at the way she clutched him between her legs, and wondered if he knew she was bare and exposed beneath her plaid.
Because Donal MacFalon seemed determined to give her the ride of her life...
[She flicks it shut, though keeps her page marked with a finger]
I haven't even got to the good parts yet, but honestly if that's just riding the horse I can't wait until it gets to the part where she rides him.
I'm not sure if the fact I can't stop picturing Donal as Sebastian makes this book better or worse.
[Spoiler, it almost makes her wish he was here just so she can tell him the hero of a smutty book reminds her of him.]
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[She's not even sure if she believes that. Aveline pinches the bridge of her nose.]
Picturing Donal as Sebastian makes it worse, by the way. Much worse.
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[Hold on while she finds one of said good bits.]
“Look a’me, lass,” he whispered, his blue eyes gone grey with lust. “Look a’me. I want ye t’give it to me. All of it. I want all of ye.”
“Oh Donal,” she cried, feeling something blooming low in her belly, opening like a flower, as he moved faster, grinding his pelvis into hers. “Oh what... what... I... ohhhhh!”
[She may be having a little too much fun doing her best Sebastian voice and trying to make those noises sound convincing.]
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[Her hand is over her face but it's less embarrassment and more just... exasperation.]
I admit I've heard worse.
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Is that your way of telling me you want to borrow it? I'm sure Sebastian would be flattered.
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[Maybe before the parallel to Sebastian had been made, and she could have imagined Donnic. Maybe then. But Isabela's ruined it.]
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